AFTERMATH

KARLA

"What the fuck?!" someone exclaimed in my dreams, jolting me from sleep. I shifted restlessly, rolling onto my side, struggling to shake off the lingering fog of sleep, as the voice persisted, its vulgarity slicing through the quiet of the room. "How the fuck did this happen? Hey, you, get the fuck out of my bed!"

My eyes fluttered open, dispelling the remnants of sleep. The realization dawned that the voice wasn't a figment of my dreams but a stark, waking reality. And it was a voice I recognized all too well. Looming over me, with a tempest brewing in his eyes, was Alpha Killian, his presence as commanding as it was infuriating.

"Good morning," I greeted, attempting to defuse the tension.

"How did you manage to get in here?" he demanded, brushing aside my greeting.

Confusion creased my brow as I sat up, drawing the bed sheet close to veil my nakedness. A flicker of doubt crossed my mind. Was he feigning ignorance, or had the events of the previous night slipped fr